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Post by Ramina on Sept 9, 2016 22:02:43 GMT
Ramina had taken a moment to get away from the people who crowded her almost constantly, away from civilization for a while. The snow leopard zoan had her eyes closed; sitting atop a tree wearing a bark-brown shirt and shorts to aid somewhat in the blending into the nearby landscape. Her fur made her stick out, yet it was rather well kept and soft. The wind softly whispered around them, as the Zoan's mind began to wander.
The feline's thoughts went to the Invasion, the deaths of her family and near death of her. She'd almost died because of the Saiyans having ravaged the Earth, yet had been taken to a hospital by someone and made a full recovery. The memories reminded her of how weak she was, how much chaos there was in the universe. There had to be a way, some way, to help bring peace to the universe for sake of the children in it.
At the thought of children, her hand went to her hindpaw that had a burned scar across the pad; eyes opening to gaze at the dark mark on the soft pink of her sole. The cat ran a single finger over the mark, feeling the still roughness after all these years. The fire at Seasalt Elementary was her fault, she wasn't able to stop the gang from raiding the school and lighting it on fire. There was a feeling.. a feeling, no, a desire, to bring the peace to the galaxy. Being a police officer alone wasn't enough; there HAD to be a way.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 17:59:43 GMT
A certain scarlet-haired Bio Android was making her way through the eastern lands. She had just come from the Eastern Capitol — the Eastern Lands were her favorite area to be in. Between Satan City’s homely aura and Eastern Capitol’s bustling shops Noxa found a perfect harmony here.
Today, she traveled from the Capitol back to her nesting zone in Satan City, taking a little stop somewhere along the way. There was someone she had to meet in a place called ‘The Spinach Wastes’. Three large bags were noticeably hanging from her right arm as she strolled through an area lush with vegetation. Most of it was in the form of long, spindly trees that Noxa figured would snap at the first sign of bad weather.
The stroll through the area soon brought Noxa to a location had was a little more sparse in terms of plant life. It was shortly after Noxa had entered the clearing that the signature of a power — many times higher than that of the average civilian — made itself known to her. The Bio Woman, now able to better pinpoint ki signatures, gazed towards its source. Noxa’s eyes fell upon a zoanthrope with a rather beautiful coat.
The Bio Woman stared for a few moments. The feline woman and her matching outfit seemed to be busy gazing onto something — a paw, it seemed. Noxa, being the inconsiderate jerk she was, found herself speaking up loud enough in the feline’s general direction to hopefully get her attention.
“Hey, catladyperson! You busy — I could use some information in case you’re not!”
The latter was mostly a formality. It didn’t matter if she was busy or not; Noxa was going to pester her either way. Noxa had, after all, been criss-crossing this place for a while now — a place she believed to be ‘The Spinach Wastes’, where she was supposed to rendezvous with a friend. Thanks to her misconception Noxa needed to know is the Zoanthrope had seen a particularly pale demon woman pass by though here. If so, she needed direction. Naturally, the answer would almost certainly be ‘no’, as the Bamboo Forest wasn’t anywhere near Noxa’s destination.
Noxa began walking closer, her heels sinking into the ground just a little as she walked off the beaten path. As she neared the Zoanthrope a rather zesty gust of air tore through the area, creating a melody of whispering wind which was cut through the bamboo trees about. The woman, not having expected the sudden lively push, felt herself taking a sudden step forward, quickly balancing herself as to not fall over. In doing so her arm raised just enough to give room for the steadfast gale to rip one of her bags from her arm. The bag and its contents would have been separated mid air, and sent hurtling towards the cat woman.
“Oh — crap!” Noxa cried out, biting at her lower lip. She hoped that wasn’t the bag full of food! The woman’s head cocked upwards; her black eyes topped with bright yellow irises fixed on the flying objects.
The feeling of absolution was swift and true. As if by luck, the bag that had been torn from Noxa’s warm was that of clothing. Numerous elegant scarves were flowing towards the catwoman — not food.
Noxa’s vibrantly red mane came to life. Half a dozen locks of hair extended outwards, quickly swiping at most of the flying clothes. Four scarves were swiftly plucked from the air, canceling their trajectory with the cat. Two, however, were too far gone for Noxa to reach for without worry of hitting the stranger. The scarves, one red and one yellow, danced towards her, riding a slowly dying gust of wind.
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Post by Ramina on Sept 18, 2016 18:19:02 GMT
Ramina turned her face towards the bio-android; sensing a multitude of ki races of which made her curious. The snow leopard Zoan would hop down from the tree, only to hear a rip and a flash of vibrant colors. Surprise flashed through the silver cat's eyes as the red headed woman's hair extended to grasp most of the scarves; two of which hit the distracted feline in the face.
"Oomph!" Was the Zoanthrope's reaction to fabric in her face, gently taking them off and glad her fur didn't get static from the scarves that had made contact with the shining coat. The female's vibrant orange eyes turned towards Noxa, extending the paw with the scarves in it towards the genetically modified being. "Are these yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 11:10:13 GMT
“Yeah — they are mine!” Noxa exclaimed, stuffing away the majority of the clothes she had managed to pluck from the gust’s washing force. There was the hint of a blush on Noxa’s cheeks; a vague brush of a light pink that broke the monotony of her fair flesh. It was a bit of an embarrassing situation, after all. The redhead, so impatient, had managed to make a fool of herself within the first minute of knowing someone; that might have very well been a new record for her. The woman with the scarlet mane didn’t waste much time in approaching the feline stranger, a free hand reached out to retrieved the stray scarves that had been held out towards Noxa.
“I’m sorry for that; I wasn’t expecting to be taken by surprise by a random gust of wind like that.” Noxa finished wrapping up her apologies, attempting to move on from the cheek-flushing event. Once that had been over with, and the clothing had been retrieved, Noxa once again rather carelessly stuffed away. Noxa looked back up to her companion; there was still the matter of Noxa's intent. She needed information still — just where was her contact?
“Like I mentioned before, I was hoping you could enlighten me with something. You see, I’m looking someone. Our rendezvous point was here, in the Spinach Waste — I’ve been wandering around for a bit and I haven’t seen them yet. I also haven’t sensed anything that is akin to her strong demonic energy. I don’t suppose you’ve seen an ivory demoness pass by, have you?” Noxa asked, squinting her eyes in a vaguely hopefully expression. Considering Noxa was completely unaware that this wasn’t the area she was looking for it would’ve been doubtful that the feline had any real knowledge on the topic of Noxa’s demonic friend.
The woman, waiting for a reply, looked down at her side; Noxa shifted the trio of bags that hung off her arm, making sure to slide them lower as to be secured by her bionic grip. In doing so she managed to open the second bag just enough to allow a symphony of aromas to escape from it. The scent was a wonderful combination of savory spices. The once piping-hot meal was already beginning to lose its warmth, slowly but surely. The woman took a note of this through the drifting aura of her meal, it caused a hint of displeasure; she was hoping to have gotten to it much sooner than this, but somewhere along the line of her shopping spree Noxa had become distracted. Even with the thermal containers it seemed her meal wasn’t immune to the unnaturally cool summer day.
Noxa clicked her tongue. ‘Tsk…’ Her eyes narrowed below at the containers that safeguarded her meals. “Damn, it’s already going cold…” Noxa mumbled, voicing her discontent with the state of her food. It was a pity, really; she had paid a pretty penny for it — supposedly the shop she ordered from had some sort of renown. The woman understood just how much of a shame it would have been to watch all of that food go to waste, and the annoyed expression that found itself fixed on her features was a clear indication of it.
There was a nebulous idea that soon began to gather, forming as her mind began to piece together details of the setting at hand. Maybe the solution to her 'food problem' was simple... A cool, summer day among vivid plant life that swayed with the lightest breeze and didn’t fall to even the strongest gale. A perfect spot for a picnic… Maybe, once Noxa had found her demonic friend the two of them could settle down and indulge themselves in a relaxing meal alongside nature — hell, maybe this fuzzy feline would like to join them. If she showed any interest towards the smell of food Noxa was sure to extend an offer.
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Post by Ramina on Sept 19, 2016 11:20:16 GMT
Ramina watched as the scarves were carelessly stuffed away, the fashionista feline cringing slightly as that was no way to treat such elegant clothing articles. The red headed woman seemingly blushed to the cat's surprise, tail flicking behind her as Noxa proceeded to open up the bag of food.
A warm, and quite tasty aroma flooded from the bag, her sharp senses almost overloaded with delicious smells which sent her taste buds into overdrive slightly, and she had to avoid drooling at the delicious-smelling aroma in the air, which teased Ramina a fair amount.
The other female mentioned an ivory demoness; to which the shop owner shook her head. "Nope, I haven't seen an ivory demoness as far as I can remember; unless you have more details of this person, perhaps?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 6:36:26 GMT
“Ivory demoness — well, she has a very lean and elegant… Her skin was a bit chalky, but at the same time pretty smooth. She has these weird, sharp marking son her cheek and her forehead.” The woman went on to explain, reaching up and tapping at the place she just mentioned. “She has an eye going out of here too — a third one. Oh, and horns; Aanga has horns as well..” Noxa would go onto describe the loose-fitting, airy clothes that the woman often wore; the royal garbs and the like.
“She is very hard to miss.” Noxa assured her, “If she has been wandering around here in the Spinach wastes I’m absolutely certain you’ll have remembered her. She has that kind of ‘aura’ about her, you know? Someone important.”
With that said the Bionic Woman’ superhuman senses and basic deduction as to body language easily picked up that this stranger, whomever they were, had been interested in the meal Noxa carried.
“This food is going to go cold…” The woman found herself mumbling beneath her breath, “ I don’t suppose you’ll want to sit down and share a bit of it, would you? I’m Noxa, by the way. If Aangra is lurking around here she’ll be able to sense my ki, I suppose. I’d say the same about her, but she seemed to be masterful at manipulating her own. For all, I know she could simply be hiding her energy to mess with me.”
Insanely short post from me; I'm sorry for that. I tried to get it out as to not keep you waiting any longer. Things came up today — a lot of them. Either way, enjoy and please tell me if you find any mistakes here. If you do, I'll correct them.
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Post by Ramina on Sept 21, 2016 13:10:31 GMT
Ramina blinked, closing her eyes with her head tilted to the right. A paw went to her chin in thought, tail slowly swishing behind her as the zoan listened to the bio-android whilist trying to remember anyone by the description given. No people came to mind, and the feline shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, haven't seen this person or know anyone named Aangra I'm afraid." The multi-ki creature offered to give the fuzzy feline some of the food, to which the Zoanthrope nodded appreciatively. "If you want to share a bit, yes. I don't want to seem pushy.."
The food, without a doubt, smelled completely delicious and to have it go cold would be a horrible waste of such tasty-smelling cuisine. The other female introduced herself, and the silver cat gave her own name in exchange. "My name is Ramina, and this person seems to be rather tricky to find if you've been looking for her so long. If she has ki sense, I guess she could come find you. Shall we sit down on my blanket?" The cat would pop open a capsule, which a silver blanket fluttered from and onto the ground between the two.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 21:53:44 GMT
Her grip was found tightening around the bags as another breeze begin to pick up. It was a zephyr — just a little whispering wind, but considering what last happened Noxa couldn’t help herself from worrying. The last thing Noxa needed was some unholy burst of wind picking up all of her food and delivering it right into the zoanthrope’s fluffy monochromatic fur... What a mess that would’ve been...
Thankfully, that raging gale never came. It remained a peaceful breeze. “Alright.” Noxa mumbled, “It’s clear I’m not going to find Aangra anytime soon… And even if I were to look for here there is a bigger chance of her finding me than the other way around… Sooo.” Noxa found herself getting down on one knee, leaning aside and placing her bags down. Two of the bags were left aside, while Noxa focused on that from which the smells undulated. She would trip it down and lay bare between herself and the Zoanthrope a large paper box. The box was tightly closed, and around it was a rather elegant red ribbon.
Noxa would, at first, undo the ribbon before pulling the fold-in lids apart from one another. Once that was open the duo would be greeted with a wonderful smell of cooked white rice served alongside brown beans and plenty of seasoned beef. Noxa, from within, pulled a set single plastic fork and knife, handing it to the zoanthrope.
“Here you go.” She said simply, not taking anything out for herself. Soon enough, the mystery as to why Noxa hadn’t gotten herself any eating utensils would be solver. The same crimson vines that had earlier saved her scarf would extend, and pinch down bits of rice as though they were chopsticks. The good was carried over to Noxa’s mouth and dropped inside, leaving the woman chewing as he scooched closer to the meal, before laying down on her right side. Her right elbow supporting her body and her right hand supporting her cheek.
“It’s a pity, really.” She mumbled, “Aangra loves food from Earth’s restaurants; she mentioned something about food in the demon realm being mostly just salty and bitter… Oh well, right? Her loss, I guess.”
Noxa looked over to the fuzzy zoanthrope. She waited, allowing her to begin eating before her hair moved into take a bit more food and deliver it to her mouth. The Bio Woman took her time chewing; this would serve to give the kitten time to answer Noxa's questions as well as get more food her herself... It also allowed Noxa to savor the expertly prepared rice! Still, the greedy side of Noxa hoped that 'Ramina', as she called herself, wouldn't dive straight for the meat — the redhead at least wanted to give it a little nibble!
“So,” She began attempting to find a politically correct way to phrase her question; that was something she had to work on — talking without pissing off everyone in the vicinity. This seemed like a great opportunity to learn just that. “What’s the deal with you? Why are you out here? I imagine a lot of human kitties don’t just sit around trees all day doing nothing...” There was a brief pause before Noxa added even more to her question, “Or are you hunting? Stalking prey from up there?” It occurred to the huntress that she hadn’t seen much wildlife about, but nonetheless, maybe she was waiting for something specific to pounce on.
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Entirely Ed
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Post by Entirely Ed on Oct 7, 2016 10:40:15 GMT
Ramina , your Zeni gains are 765 OLD ZENI: 1000 NEW ZENI: 1765 @noxa , your PL gains are 4055 OLD PL: 127,185 NEW PL: 131,240
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